Final Thoughts in Namibia
23-24 December 2003
23 December, Windhoek
In a poetic, literary sort of way, my Peace Corps service started and is
ending with a shoulder dislocation. On October 23, 2002 I tripped down the
stairs in the DC hotel and dislocated my shoulder on the first day of
pre-departure training. That was the foreshadowing.
A year later, on Halloween I dislocated my shoulder again at a Palaver Club
meeting at my school when I turned off a light switch in my storeroom. That was
the anti-climatic climax, I guess.
And now it's the aftermath. After a week in Windhoek with a stiff and painful
shoulder and a very caring husband, the powers that be have finally decided what
to do with me. I am being "medically evacuated" to DC for surgery. So on Christmas Eve I
will be on a plane headed for Frankfurt, Germany. Christmas day I will arrive in
America, a gift from Namibia (a little broken, not a very nice wrapping job).
Christmas night I will be in a hotel in DC. The next day I am scheduled for
And what is my reaction to this tale of woe? I am indescribably sad to leave
Namibia. But at the same time, my shoulder really hurts and I just want to get
this over with.
How does Zac feel? "It will be very difficult to see Sera go, but it's
been difficult seeing her in so much pain. So I'm glad that she is finally being
treated fairly by the Peace Corps and will get the surgery done expediently."
After lengthy discussions, we've both decided that it's best for him to stay
here in Namibia, for the time being.
And what will the conclusion be? Clara says there's no way the Peace Corps
will let me come back. I still have the non-disclosure against me, I have
another shoulder that could still pop out. But I believe that one way or another
things will work out. They always do, in stories.
24 December, Windhoek
My plane leaves in about 7 hours. My final hours in Namibia, and what can I
say? Not much. I'm dreading the long flights, but other than that, I feel ok
about going back. Zac talked to our principal today and the principal said he
wouldn't be able to get another English teacher so he would get the government
to hire me as a teacher, if all else fails. When else in my life will I be so
needed, so vital? Probably never. So it leaves me with a good feeling, but also
a feeling of guilt for abandoning. But I'm pretty sure I'll be able to come
back, one way or another, so now I just need to focus on getting my arm working
properly again. I'm scheduled for surgery sometime on Friday the 26th, and I
look forward to having my shoulder start getting better every day, instead of
I told Zac he has to write the e-mails now that I won't be here, so hopefully
you'll continue to hear from him. I think he's going to Cape Town, South Africa
with some other volunteers for about a week after Christmas, so I'm sure he'll
have some adventures to write about.
I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday.
Love always, sera